Corazon Destruido นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"That is concealment." I closed my eyes for a moment. The fracture - that was the word my mind kept returning to, the only one that felt accurate - was not loud when it arrived. It did not come as fury or shock or any of the dramatic forms that betrayal is supposed to take in the stories people tell about it. It came as disorientation. A quiet, irreversible shift in the memory of love, like discovering that the ground you have been standing on has always been slightly different from the ground you believed you were standing on, and now you can feel the difference clearly in the soles of your feet.

"They do not get to destroy me." But even as she said the words, she did not believe them. Because the truth was, they already had destroyed her. Liam had destroyed her. Vanessa had destroyed her. And now the entire world was watching her fall apart. Cora set the phone down on the floor again and buried her face in her hands. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks, hot and bitter. She cried until her throat was raw, until her chest ached, until there were no tears left. The room grew darker as the sun set outside her small window. Shadows crept across the walls, swallowing the light. Cora did not move. She just sat there on the cold floor, alone in the darkness, listening to the relentless buzz

Isolde’s panic grew instantly. “Cassian please…” she sobbed. “I didn’t mean—” “You used me, deceived me, then abandoned me,” he snarled. The pain in his voice made something twist faintly inside my chest. It wasn't love or pity, just a cold realization that this was the final result of all the destruction they caused together. Cassian laughed suddenly. The sound was hollow and terrifying. “I destroyed the only person who ever truly loved me…” he whispered shakily.

After what you've done to me today, neither of you will ever set foot inside the Sinclair family for the rest of your lives. The man exploded with rage at my words. He kicked me to the ground, then his fat, swollen hand came crashing across my face again and again. The beating ruptured my eardrum and split the corner of my mouth. Eventually, their voices grew fainter and fainter until all I could hear was a sharp ringing in my ears. "How dare you talk to me like that? I think you've got a death wish!" Even then, he still tried to hit me again, but several people in work uniforms suddenly pushed through the crowd and stopped him.

Carl tried to ease me but there’s no way to tame me anymore. “I can’t! Look what I have become!? I can’t be at ease anymore! I just want to die at this point, my life has been stolen from me, I have lost my dream. I have become corrupted.” I whispered the last part, crying, ravaged, on the brink of destruction. “I can’t take it! I can’t! I hate myself!” I shouted, crying out loud, tears flowing out without any intention to stop, each tear I shared increased my heartbreak.

It astonished me how much cold this man could act towards me, what amount of pain he has left to inflict and how much he wished to ruin me after everything that he had done; Ironically he still got the desire to hurt me more, break me and destroy even the last few pieces I have somehow put together. How had a man so cruel and ruthless as he managed to corrupt the place in my heart? Perhaps, someone said the truth— It's the decisions of the heart that write the tale of our demolition. My heart let him in, and now, he has completely ruined me, left me so shattered that all I could see was destruction and not have the strength to show any contempt. "Why are you doing this, Sebastian? What are y

The destruction is loud but it doesn't quiet the storm inside me. My body shakes with not only rage, but regret so sharp it feels like my veins are filled with glass. What have I fucking done? I ruined everything. All I can see is Beatrice face. The way she looked at me. The tears in her eyes. I've never seen her cry like that. I've never seen her look so broken and I did that. I broke her.

Desperate to reassure her, I reached out my hand, but she swung hers away from my touch. In her frantic motion, her hand collided with a small decorative mirror adorning the wall, unleashing a sharp crack as it shattered. Shards of glass scattered through the air, lacerating her hand, and blood welled forth. Instantly, Damien emitted a guttural sound, a primal reflex that sent a shiver cascading down my spine. As I glanced over at him, my heart hammered within my chest, startled by the shift in his eye color as he stared at Cora's bloodied hand with a hunger that creeped the hell out of me.

"I'm sorry, Má if I can't help with the—" "Shh…Stop worrying about the business, okay? All we wanted was your happiness, Corazon. If you are happy, both of us, me and your Papá are happy too." Amira cut her off. "I love you Mamá." "I love you too my dear daughter..." When the call ended. Corazon cannot contain her emotions anymore and bursts out crying. It's the only way she knew to make her feel better. Yes, she was hurt by the changes in her life but losing Terrence hurts more. She might die if he'll leave her.

She was overwhelmed that had made it impossible to speak. Though, her thoughts got conveyed by her broken words. And Theodore had heard them too. He had broken his promise. He had promised never to hit her. And he had hit her. He had hit her. His Hazel... He had hit his own Hazel.. Theodore closed his eyes in excruciating writh. It took him sometime to compose himself. And this time when he opened his eyes, all the emotions from his eyes were gone. His face hard, disposing all signs of remorse away.